Spring appears to have arrived to our little corner of the world. Windows have been opened and cool breezes fill our home, freshening the stale winter air.
Yesterday, we hurried outside to get our hands in the dirt and place shoots of green life in the ground. Mounds of winter coats and snow boots were abandoned for short sleeves and rubber mud boots.
As I watched little hands cover new life with fresh dirt, I was reminded of the words Amber Haines shared at a women’s retreat I attended last year. Her message was focused on holding onto Hope in the wait. My aching, weary heart clung to every word.
Amber said something very powerful in her message that resonated with me in that particular season, “Winter always comes before Spring. Every time.”
Don’t you just love that imagery? The words Amber shared were a calming balm to my heart. At that time, I was desperately longing for the cold, lonely winter to end and for the joy of spring to arrive.
Planting a few bulbs in the newly thawed earth may seem simple, ordinary. Yet, I saw the miracle of that beautiful moment yesterday. I saw the joy that had come. The answered prayers. Spring had indeed arrived.
